#vik vektor

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Portrait 6/30 - Vik (Cyberpunk 2077)

[sweetmage]

Leaving it all behind 🧡

[starry-eyed-take-me-high]

[thatfanficgurl]

OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS???

Can we talk about what a fine piece of ASS this man is? We all just want a barrel chested, good morality, older man who will take care of us.... We all want a Viktor... Like goddamn....

[fictionisthebetterreality]

"Corpos learned to keep their distance. And Saka's back hiring lone mercs - they all gotta have the newest, shiniest implants."

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Cyberpunk 2077 - The Ripperdoc (3/?)

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new doodlz

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[zevrra]

silver heart; clouded judgement—

𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ ⋆

synopsis: after the heist mission, upon hearing the bad news about how their life is going to go; V is comforted by Vik who wishes he could do more.

tags: 18(+), cyberpunk 2077, lil angsty, lil sad oops, two povs (maybe i dunno i tried), hurt/comfort, v(y/n) x viktor, a lil underlining feelings, one-shot, tw for mention of character death, spoilers if you have not played the game too!

Viktor Vektor. He was the best goddamn ripperdoc in all of Night City. He had always been there for you. Always patched you up when you needed it. Gave you the best of the best cyberware he could get his hands on and never expected anything back. You always paid your dues to the old timer, always.

So why now, when you needed him the most, he couldn’t help you? You survived breaking into Arasaka Tower. Jackie died but you survived. You were shot in the damn head and somehow survived but now? Now you had months, maybe weeks to live because of some stupid chip in your head.

“Vik please. You gotta help me,” You plead to the older man. He sits before you, exhausted. You don’t know how long you had been asleep but you knew he had been looking after you. If he could save you from the bullet lodged in your fucking skull why couldn’t he take out a stupid chip? “Tell me what I need to do, please.” You beg but Vik just sighs.

“I wish I could kid. The relic inside your neurolink it’s…” He begins, following up with a shake of his head. He moves closer to your bedside. A hand touches your shoulder in reassurance but the look on his face tells you it’s terrible news. “It’s already seeing you, your soul, as a threat to its host. The data encrypted on the chip began overwriting your own the second you died. There’s nothing I can do.”

Even if you had heard him explain it to you in simpler terms a million times, you would never understand. It was your body after all. You were still alive, soul intact. Why can’t your own body recognize you? Even worse, you got stuck with a terrorist taking over your body. Truly how long would it be before you ceased to exist?

A sharp pain to your head cripples you and your thoughts. You can’t help but cry out in agony, a hand flying to your head in some pathetic attempt to stop the pain. Vik’s hand squeezes your shoulder but he can’t do much more than to relieve the pain that plagues you. He hands over a couple of pills and you swallow them without hesitation.

All of this was happening far too fast. You were on top of the world days ago. Pulling off the biggest heist of your life. The death of Saburo by his own son. Jackie dying in your arms. Your own untimely death and the miracle of coming back to life, only to be told you too were going to die a horrible, horrible death. Where you would simply be replaced by some data on some stupid fucking chip.

“I’m so sorry V.” Vik mumbles softly. The hand on your shoulder moves to your cheek. His thumb wipes away tears you didn’t know you had been crying.

You lean into his touch, sobbing into his hand. “I don’t wanna die Vik.” You weep as the tears begin to fall.

Vik frowns deeply. His hand slides from your cheek down your back as he wraps his arms around you. Hugs you close to his body. “I know, kid. I know.” He mumbles into the crown of your hair.

Your bottom lip wobbles before you finally let loose. Your arms move to wrap around his back, hands pressed against his shoulder blades as you sob into his chest. His touch is soothing but it does nothing to truly comfort the agony going on in your head. It was a start though.

“There’s nothing I can do.” Viktor whispers. How could he let this happen to you. You meant more to Vik than he’d like to vocally admit in the moment, yet maybe he should’ve. Should’ve a long time ago. Because now, you sit before him like a broken shell of your former self. Dazed, confused, angry, hurt, and saddened.

And it was all his fault.

He of course blames himself. He should’ve warned the two youngsters about working with such a well-known fixer like Dex. Well-known for dumping bodies in the river after he hired the cheapest mercs he could find. But when you came to him to tell him the good news…you were so excited. Running into his clinic, laughing about how you were going to be a legend in Night City with this newest job. Even going so far as to beg him to install some new cyberware. Which you had never requested to have been done before. How could he say no to you?

Well, he fucking should have.

Oh god how he should’ve told you no. He was too weak to those pretty eyes and now because of his stupidity you were going to die. And he could only watch.

“I’m so sorry V.” He mumbles sorrowfully. Placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you in any way he could. In all his years of being a doctor, never in his life would he have thought he’d never be able to cure someone. Especially someone he cared so deeply for.

Always thought he would be your savior. And now with Jackie gone too, could he really help anyone? Was he even worthy to be a doctor anymore?

Behind his glasses he watches as the tears begin to fall. Jackie’s death was enough of a reason to cry, but V had held out. Wrapping up their emotions in a suffocating bundle. Yet now upon learning about their own death, and how he himself would be unable to help at all, sends the tears finally over the edge. And Vik could only watch.

His arms move to hug around V. He presses his face into your hair as wail after wail wracks your body. Sobs of not wanting to die beat against his chest and directly into his heart. Every pained cry stabs him like a knife. Why couldn’t he do more for you? Why out of all the low lives in this godforsaken fucking city did it have to be V? As someone who deserved none of the pain and heartbreak thrust upon them. You were a kind soul who should’ve had everything.

Now, because of him, you would end up with nothing but flowers placed at your grave.

[timaeusterrored]

Vik: This is my daughter Misty.

Misty: Hi😊☺️

Vik: and this is my son, V-

V: *racing down the road with his car on fire screaming*

Vik: …yep… that’s my boy. Kinda wish he wasn’t some days.

[sweetmage]

"I wish I could have taken ya out sometime, somewhere," Vik blurted without forethought. "Not to that dump of a diner or the shady bar, but somewhere nice. Somewhere worth you." Quietly, V's gaze drifted back out towards the skyline, now drenched in the pale blues of morning. "Shops are probably openin' soon," he noted, and then cleared his throat, stiffened his shoulders. "We got a while, yet." "I don't think you're in any shape to—" "Don't wanna be on this rooftop. My city... don't wanna watch her go from up here. Rather be down there with you, anywhere."

Some scenes and a snippet from the latest chapter of In Your Corner (ao3)

[lucky38-2077]

About the boxing glove necklace Vincent is wearing✨

Shard Screen template made by Halkuonn 🤗

[neon-prison]

Throwback to Vee's 18th birthday when Jackie, Misty, and Vik all pitched in to buy the Rose-Gold Erebus Gorilla Arms she'd always dreamed of, and Vee cried so hard she threw up.

Ft. world's ugliest crying face

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Some cyberpunk doodles from the past couple days !! A look of my custom V, Itzcoatl under the cut

[alabyte]

So basically I accidentally slipped into CP2077 hyperfixation and had a small talk with my friends also enjoying it

Long story short everyone likes Vik with such an unequivocal lack of disagreement it's funny

[toastysol]

Can I just say I love Viktor Vektor so much. He's literally the best ripper in nc. V gets any sort of grim diagnosis from any medical professional, Vik goes "they did it wrong, lemme check up on you." He genuinely really cares about doing his job right (and he cares about v specifically I know) and I wouldn't trust any other ripper in nc to do my top surgery tbh. I think that's my metric for this. Would I trust them to do top surgery? No? Then they're not as good as Vik.